I spent quite a while post-diagnosis with my head in the sand, terrified that meeting another 'Parky' would be a glimpse of a future I wasn't yet prepared for. But after three years of lonely cycling, I decided it was time to find a teammate, so I ‘swiped right’. From neutral-ground coffee summits to gallows humor, here is how I finally found the tribe I never wanted to join.
Category: — Life with Parkinson’s
Honest, raw and often funny musings on living with Parkinson’s and getting on with the ‘new normal’.